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Wherefore Art Thou, Elvis?
I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance.
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents.
And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene.
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans.
I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street,
I still sing the blues with the dogs.And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire,
that's been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry.
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again.
I never felt right and never fit in,
walking in my own skin.Now I got scars like the number of stars, my mind's full of vipers.
I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers.
Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth,
it's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist.
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth,
over and over without relief.And I got nothing for you darling, but a story to tell
about the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell.
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again.
I never felt right and never fit inWalking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart,
I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark.
I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night.
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita.Because I've been dying out here in the cold and the snow.
I've got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home
On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night.
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita.
November 18th, 2010 at 3:35 pm